On the quality improvement of Omega agents

Randall stretched out a long dream.He dreamed of faces and scenes--he thought he had forgotten them all.

The whiskey-smelling old nanny in the orphanage, the 23 foster families I've stayed in before, a bunch of "brothers and sisters" who can't remember their faces, and tried to stuff his disgusting cock into his ass after catching him bakery owner.There was no resentment in him, only anger.Enough to burn all the anger.

He was still too young at that time, his omega blood made him look younger than his actual age, and malnutrition made him as skinny as a skeleton.

Randall saw him slowly get up from the snow in the snow a few years ago, and followed Bruce Stewart. He saw the blond youth fighting with a group of muscular agents in the training ground , his lips and eye sockets were swollen, when he saw him in heat for the first time, he never thought that he was an omega youth rolling and whining in a prison made of glass, the monstrous yu//wang made him the first time I completely lost my mind for the first time.

He saw a man with brown eyes outside the glass cage.

You're dreaming, Randall, you're dreaming, he mentally repeated both lines to make sure.

He didn't believe Bruce hadn't seen himself in heat—he was a powerful alpha, and he was probably no different from any other shameless omega right now.He didn't need his dear sir to see this.

The desire brought by nature was like a burning flame, and began to lick the nerves of the blond agent. He could almost feel a burning pain inside his body. Randall didn't know if it was an illusion.The man curled up his body almost with all his strength, and he heard the crackling sound of joints.

This is just the beginning.The consciousness of time has long been blurred, and Randall had to work hard to mobilize his brain to think, even if it was good to think about the weird pasta in the secret service cafeteria-he couldn't let his brain rest, the headache had already been suppressed by yu/ //Wang has the upper hand, it's a victory if it doesn't collapse.

Bruce was standing outside the corridor, and the low air pressure of the CIA senior officer in the empty corridor in the early morning became more and more frightening.Garcia stood a few steps behind him, silent.

"Let the technical department record the data as usual. Let me know when he's finished," Bruce said.

It has been more than four years since Randall finished his body modification, and he had four estruses, which lasted for more than half a month. His blond agent locked himself in a huge glass cage, swallowing those qing//se low moans, quietly and without emotion. Passed through his estrous period badly.Bruce thought of the sweat dripping from the man's blond hair.He needs about one shot of the alpha inhibitor—maybe two, within five minutes.

Garcia's lips moved, and she whispered, "Yes."

Bruce strode away, the black windbreaker almost billowing behind him.

The female soldier sighed softly. This was the second time Garcia saw Randall's appearance. It looked much more serious than last year. At this time last year, the blond agent even weakly breathed through the bulletproof glass. Tell her a dirty joke.The blond man is like some kind of large beast, he can scare everyone, but at this moment he can only use his sharp claws to tear himself bloody.Garcia sighed for a second, then turned to arrange the technical department. ——They were not allowed to approach their "experimental project" during Breakpoint's "special period" without Bruce's opening.

Their trainer, Mr., has been missing for nearly half a month, and Amanda doesn't know where her anxiety comes from.Since she officially became a field agent of the Special Task Force, she has been on three missions, two of which were assassinations, and one was to seduce a middle-aged beta who was fat like a balloon and had X dysfunction, and in the end she still had to end up with a bloody circumcision. Throat as the ending.Two of the three newcomers who were at the same time as her died in the first mission, and one was on a long-term mission overseas.Amanda isn't a love life person - she's a secret agent, isn't she?

But she suddenly felt lonely.

The young female agent knew what the battlefield was like, but she missed the instructor who sat on the training equipment and ate lollipops every day. She thought of the blond man who was as tall as a god for a moment under the moon in the desert. back view.

"Madam?"

Garcia turned her head in the corridor, and she saw the Beta female agent that Randall recruited not long ago walking towards her.

The captain smiled reservedly: "Amanda, what do you want?"

Amanda tried her best not to look nervous, after all, she was facing the only female beta senior agent in the entire special service. "May I ask some questions about the training, like the previous trainer?"

Garcia raised an eyebrow slightly.She looked at Amanda's folded hands beside her, and seemed to be trying to control her unconscious trembling. She said, "You should be clear, you shouldn't ask me about the whereabouts of other agents."

The younger female agent stiffened slightly.She knew that her excuses were a bit lame, and it was a taboo to inquire about the whereabouts of other agents, not to mention that she was just a junior rookie, and the level of the blond man was beyond her aspirations.

Garcia's gaze swept over Amanda's expression, and she suddenly had the urge to sigh. ——Only those who are brave enough can know the ferocity and cruelty of the beast and decide to approach it.And in the end the bravery of the majority can only turn into the recklessness and stupidity that sends them into the fire pit.

You cannot expect the Beast to respond to all your affections if you have not domesticated him.

Amanda had already started to think quickly about how to apologize for this presumptuous question, and Garcia suddenly said: "Your trainer has encountered some trouble, and it is probably being resolved."

Amanda gave the female soldier a grateful look. She hesitated for a moment and asked again: "I don't know what to call the instructor yet. I haven't found a chance to thank him after the training."

This time Garcia showed a distinct smile, and she said to the young female agent with sparkling eyes: "His name is not allowed, Amanda." The female soldier paused for a second, Appreciate Amanda's expression - her predecessor told her so when Garcia herself was first transferred to the special service, and her expression at that time laughed at her until now. "You should be glad your trainer is an 'unnamed' agent."

Amanda froze for a moment, but the surprise in her eyes didn't last long.There is a saying in the Special Task Force that people who "can't say their names" are mostly those who make people feel intimidated or feared.In other words, the trump cards, the ones with countless secret identities who can snipe in an equatorial desert one day and go arctic diving the next.They always have too many tasks to do, too many enemies to deal with, more secrets to carry, and more blood on their hands than others.

They are destined to be those unnamed, forgotten legends.There is probably only one person who can call the blond man's name directly.

Garcia continued: "You can continue to call him the trainer——if you see him again, I don't think the agent will mind the problem of calling him."

"Understood, madam."

Garcia looked at the young female agent again. She didn't understand why Randall would keep Amanda. As a female beta, she had a hard way to go, and it didn't make sense to fall in love with her trainer. What's more, Garcia questioned whether this young girl knew that her trainer was a genuine omega—oh, maybe not so genuine, but physiologically, it was still an omega.

The female soldier smiled, but said in a low voice: "It's not easy for a beta to enter the special task force. I'm very happy for you, Amanda."

Amanda smiled flatteredly, but Garcia saw ambition in the young girl's eyes.The female soldier patted Amanda on the shoulder and said, "I still have things to do, so let's go first."

——she also rushed to meet the blond agent who was "in trouble and dealing with it".

The heavy metal latch lifted upwards, and Garcia pushed the door open with her hands.The smell of omega pheromones in the air faded a lot. Garcia didn't understand how this simple sweet smell would stimulate Alpha's overly sensitive senses, but obviously, her chief Bruce Stewart Not someone who should stay here for a long time.

"Sir?" Garcia stepped lightly, and the heavy metal door "creaked" closed behind her.

Bruce, who was standing in front of the glass cage, didn't look back: "Garcia. Mr. James' condition is stable, let the technical department send the statistics to my office."

The man's tone was calm, perhaps with a little imperceptible tiredness.Garcia knew that the "tiredness" that she could hear was about the limit that ordinary people could not bear. The nuclear warheads flowing out of Area I have kept the head of the task force at a high-intensity job. He has to deal with too much information that even the president doesn't know before putting it on the table, and he has to deal with the Pentagon's mission to fly to Area I. , and, from time to time, check an omega that is in estrus.

The blond man was lying quietly in the glass prison, his face was almost horribly pale, his blond hair was wet and dry, and he was almost dehydrated, and the food in the corner of the cage hadn't moved much. However, there are traces of water spilled on the ground, probably because the cup was dropped while struggling to drink.Garcia didn't like to see Breakpoint No. [-] like this, that person was too powerful, she knew that it would be ridiculous to have sympathy, but it was precisely because of this that she felt that weak appearance piercing her eyes more and more, Make people uncomfortable.

Garcia wondered if her officer felt the same way she did.

The female soldier answered "Yes" in a low voice, and she said, "Sir, don't you need to go to rest? I can notify you when the agent wakes up."

"No need." Bruce said, his tone was flat and difficult to discern the emotions, "Mr. James is awake."

Garcia couldn't help being taken aback.She carefully controlled her gaze to look at the motionless blond agent.The man closed his eyes, and what Garcia could see from a few meters away was only his tough side profile and a chin that was almost sharp due to his rapid weight loss.Randall just lay there, seemingly without any sound, his clothes were torn by himself in the struggle and tumbling, and there was a dark patch on his abdomen, like blood.No signs of waking up.

But the female soldier wisely did not ask.

Bruce said, "Come in five minutes, glucose, blanket."

The sound of Garcia's leaving footsteps was quickly blocked by the metal door.Bruce got a little closer, watching the blond man slowly open his eyes.

Golden eyelashes, sea blue eyes, a little trembling.Like some kind of slow but violent chemical reaction.

I have to admit that he has beautiful eyes.

His agent looked away, then smiled.Randall's mouth shape is not difficult to guess.

"Sir, good morning."